A few years ago when I built my studio on the edge of the Santa Fe Watershed in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, I was visited by two bears.
Bear
Eat the Rich
Where are we to turn for sustenance, the well-off as well as the less comfortable?
Paranoia or Self-Pity
We tend to be rather forgiving of ourselves and others when we describe the fears we are experiencing as “paranoid”—whether they are or not. The same forgiveness is not granted to those of us who say we are “full of self-pity.”
It Takes a Village..
Since I’ve never lived in a village, this statement, made by Hilary Clinton a while ago, never had much meaning for me until a now.
Changing My Mind
Seldom has a book caused me to change my mind… but D.H. Lawrence’s Sea and Sardinia changed me.
Ode to Cerrillos
How blessed I am to leave near a little spot in the desert that deserves, and is given, its very own ode.
How Do We Go on Living?
When I saw the Century Plant blooming in my dooryard garden yesterday morning, I remembered the letter Sido wrote to her son-in-law, Colette’s husband, turning down his invitation to come for a visit.
My Azure State
I have lived here for twenty-seven years, and in all that time, I’ve felt and seen a slow progression in state politics toward justice.
The Fire This Time
Burning to prevent burning produces unwelcome results… even in the face of wildfires, we may do our forests a favor by leaving them alone.
Ranch Time
As always with a big new project, the day of reckoning comes at last.